I Desire The Things That Will Destroy

I Said: I Must Remember This, Being Small.

I Felt The First Man I Slept With Must Be Intelligent, So I Could Respect Him.

I Hurl My Heart To Halt His Pace.

* To Know A Lot Of People I Love Pieces Of, And To Want To Synthesize Those Pieces In Me Somehow, Be It By Painting Or Writing. * To Know That Millions Of Others Are Unhappy And That Life Is A Gentleman's Agreement To Grin And Paint Your Face Gay So Others Will Feel They Are Silly To Be Unhappy, And Try To Catch The Contagion Of Joy, While Inside So Many Are Dying Of Bitterness And Unfulfillment.

I Like People, But To Learn About One Individual Always Appeals To Me More Than Anything.